Parade Of The Wooden Soldiers

The toy shop door is locked up tight And everything is quiet for the night When suddenly The clock strikes twelve The fun's begun The dolls are in their best arrayed There's going to be a wonderful parade Hark to the drum Oh, here they come Cries everyone Hear them all cheering Now they are nearing There's the captain stiff as starch Bayonet's flashing Music is crashing As the wooden soldiers march Sabers a-clinking Soldiers a-winking At each little pretty maid Here they come, here they come Here they come, here they come Wooden soldiers on parade